I’m just an old fat white dude. What do I know about the Black Lives Matter movement? What do I know about being black and being persecuted for the color of my skin? Well, to be honest not much, but I know more than you might think. I’m a skater and it seems cops hate…

I’ve read several articles over the past few days written by people without autism or Asperger’s telling people how people with autism and Asperger’s feel and how to relate with us. Well, as a person who has Asperger’s I’d love the opportunity to weigh in. Here’s my two cents… Leave us alone and stop asking…

I want to cry I’m not sure why or what causes it but I do If you have to ask me why then you’ll never understand Understanding I don’t know I’m lost In my feelings Broken Walking like a thin sheet of glass Falling to pieces wishing someone could fix me Hold me Just hold…

Where did the fucking passion go? You’re obsessed with everything and I’m sinking to the bottom of the bottle I want to tell you We both know better We know I can’t Even though I know that you know You dance for everyone Except me What does that really make me? Dreams like this die…

Robin Williams was one of my favorite people. His character in Dead Poets Society made me fall in love with literature on a whole new level. Most of my life I suffered from deep depression. Everyone who really knows me knows this. Even when I’m down now my closest friends, and my dearest loved ones…

I don’t need to hate people. I don’t need to wish them a bad life, or have any desire to wish any harm come to them. Karma catches up with people. It has with me, and it has with you. I have only love in my heart. Even the people everyone else tells me I…

The Sun kisses the horizon Shadows dance in love making fashion Stirring the imagination Drawing great expectations of a free Sunday It is the dawn ~ All things new and exciting Awestruck I’m awaken next to such unyielding beauty I follow the dancing light ascending your milky flawless form Kissing the horizon of your curves …

if you’re a Buddhist, or if you follow Buddhist philosophy then you probably believe that life is temporary. It’s a concept you can argue, but it’s valid none the less. Even as you’re reading these words the world is spinning all around you, and you are a few seconds older. I’d like to share something…

Yesterday’s son was angry He longed for attention to take his mind away from his thoughts He oppressed others to make himself feel more real He needed control There is no control Not in this life A life that is temporary ~ Learning of more than himself yesterday’s son finds comfort in nothingness Reaching to…